my dog was the best. he was always there for me. when my dad died he stayed on the porch so i could come out and cry on him. when he died i was so sad i cried and looked at his pic. every day at least 10-20 times. he was a big part of me, and i some times think if i had been late for school i could have saved him and he would be here laying by the fire place getting old with me.